Uncles Forbidden Encounter with His Innocent Niece: A Forbidden Lustful Adventure

I take no credit for this story as it was not written by myself, I found it on a website and just had to share it with the readers on here. All credit to the original author Zack McNaught from uk.

Be warned this story involves young girls and sexual experiences but it is total fiction and for your enjoyment only . I will take inspiration from this writer and try improve my own stories.


It is, according to the bright red digits of the alarm clock, ten past five in the morning. Rain beats hard against the window. There's a warm presence to my left, too. For a moment I wonder who it could possibly be, but then memory comes flooding back. Katie, my favourite little niece, is staying the night. Not actually in my bed, though, if I recall correctly. I'm sure there was a sofa involved.

Then, a little jolt, and the memory banks come flooding open. A bolt of lightning illuminates the room, turning everything black and white for a second. The crack of thunder which follows only a second later is ear-splitting, and Katie goes from asleep to awake and terrified in about the same space of time. I grab her in a big hug and draw her close, whispering soothing words in her ear. At nine, I thought she was over her fear of thunderstorms, but her presence in my bed suggests otherwise. I continue to hold her, her back to me, our heads resting on the same pillow, until both she and I fall soundly asleep. The storm doesn't bother us again that night.

Dawn comes bright and clear and fresh. The rain has washed the atmosphere clean, and there's a crisp, sweet smell on the morning breeze, the scent of flowers blown through the window from a neighbour's garden several hundred yards further along the coast. Barely a neighbour, then, I suppose, but the nearest thing I have. Katie is still in my arms as I'm woken by the presence of my cat, Jasper, hopping onto the bed in search of a morning cuddle. Too late, buddy, I've already got all the hugs I need. Disgusted by this state of affairs, Jasper leaves, twitching his tail at me as he goes.

I return my attentions to Katie. Her soft, light brown hair is scented by her shampoo, a lovely, invigorating, fruity smell which arouses the senses. Her head lies on my arm, which bends back beneath the pillow which holds my head up. Her body lies tight against mine, her warmth felt all the way down to her round little bottom, pressed back against the very lowest part of my stomach. She is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton shorts, in contrast to my near nakedness. It was a good thing that for once I didn't lose my shorts before I fell into bed. My free arm lies across her body, forearm resting on the bed on the far side of her lithe little form.

She stirs a little and snuggles back even tighter into me. Her hand goes to mine, drawing it to her stomach and pressing it there, before releasing it. I leave my hand there, half touching the satin skin of her tummy - her t-shirt has risen a little during the night, exposing a few precious inches to my touch. Her skin is hot, and smoother than I imagined possible, the kind of skin which puberty wrecks and women spend the rest of their lives trying to get back. I can't resist moving my hand a little, in small circles at first, and then, growing bolder, pushing her t-shirt up and out of the way, letting my hand run all over her tummy. Katie lets outs a soft sigh, almost a moan, stretching her limbs a little before relaxing again. Though she is facing away from me, when I lift my head I fancy I can see a smile in the corner of her mouth. The slightest movement might be her wiggling her bottom at me, and I press hard with my hand on her tummy, pushing her back into me.

I've stopped moving my hand, I realise, and start up again, this time moving in wider sweeps, brushing the outside of the waistband of her short at one extreme, and at the other end letting my fingers run across the flesh where the base of her breasts will be when she matures. An incautious swipe takes my thumb over one of her immature nipples, and forces a gasp of surprise from between her lips. She arches her back, and for a moment I fear I have gone too far, and pull my hand down to rest on her tummy again. I'm wrong to do so, though, as she scoots a little lower in the bed, head leaving my arm, and roughly pulls my hand back up to her chest. I get the message and begin to alternately knead one nipple and then the other.

Her movement has brought her bum down to the level of my crotch, and the two globes press into the hollows either side of my pubis. My manhood is trapped, not yet hard but beginning to get that way, and pointing downwards, between Katie's legs. As I caress her breasts, her little backside wriggles, and within moments I am very stiff. The top of my shaft presses upwards, forcing its way, still sheathed in my shorts, between Katie's legs to rest along her sex. She reaches down between her legs, searching for the source of the strange feeling there. Her hands brush against the tip of my foreskin through the taut material of my shorts, and it's my turn to gasp as she grabs at the intruder. Satisfied that she knows what it is, she removes her hands and rolls away from me onto her stomach. Very quickly, so she won't see what I'm doing, I reach down into my shorts and make myself a little more comfortable.

Her head is turned to face me now, eyes closed, a smile on her lips. She is the very picture of contentment, but isn't done with me yet. I notice that the arm nearest me lies along the length of her body, leaving her hand desperately close to the bulge in my shorts. She need only curl her fingers upwards and she'll touch me. Softly, she speaks.

'Rub my back.'

It's a request I'm incapable of refusing, even without the magic word. My hand goes to her back, tracing up and down, pushing her t-shirt right out the way. I concentrate on her upper back, thinking she simply wants a soft massage, but clearly I have misunderstood her.

'Lower,' she urges, and then when my hand stops at her lower back, again, this time frowning,

'Lower!'

Fine, I think to myself, lower it is. Without hesitating a moment longer, I plunge my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts and find it instantly full of little girl bottom. That puts the smile back on Katie's face. In fact, she's positively beaming now, and writhes a little under the touch. I knead her cheeks for a moments, swapping from one to the other, but there's really not room to explore as I would like. My heart thumping in my chest, I make a decision, and pull my hand free. Gently, I stroke the side of Katie's face, until her eyes open. She has a gorgeously cute inquisitive look on her face, which seems to ask why I've stopped.

'Can I take your pants off, sweetie?' I ask. I fear that this could be a step too far, but I needn't have worried. With a big grin, she enthusiastically nods her head. Perhaps that's what she was after all along.

I lift myself onto one elbow, and with my free hand reach down and grab the back of her shorts. Her beautiful little backside comes into view as I push them down, and Katie lifts her hips slightly to let them be pulled down. I get them as far as her knees before Katie brings up one knee and pulls her leg free. Sitting as I am at her waist, I'm afforded a glorious, unobstructed view of her sex from behind, as her leg lifts up to free itself. The lips part slightly and I can see a deep crimson where her vagina must be, though nothing specific is visible. Katie uses the free foot to push her shorts down and off the other leg, as I return to lying by her side.

My hand is immediately back at her bottom, running up and down, around and around the smooth skin. I let it drift lower on each pass, eventually grazing the top of the backs of her legs. I stop there after one pass, gently rubbing my finger along the join between backside and leg, knowing this join leads to the prize. I get bolder with my stroking, letting my fingertips drop right down between her legs and graze her immature sex. She squirms at the contact, and the leg furthest from me bends at the knee and is then raised up the bed. She is open to me now, and seemingly willing.

I press my fingers against her mound from behind, feel the lips like jelly to manipulate, but hot and damp. She's excited, which surprises me, but it's a pleasant surprise. I mash her sex against her pubic bone, drawing a muffled cry of surprise - she has turned her face into the pillow. As I rub up and down, Katie begins to get more and more into the stimulation, her hips rising and falling, pushing against my fingers. I feel her getting even hotter down there, and then, wondrously, my fingers become suddenly slippery, as her excitement grows. I allow my fingers to dip between the folds, and hunt for the entrance to her vagina. It's hard to find though, small and at the wrong angle, so I ask her to roll onto her back.

She's too far gone now to do anything but comply, and rolls towards me, draping a leg over my waist, obscenely exposing herself. I prop myself up on one elbow and take a good look at her spread sex. Her little nubbin, hardly formed yet but still quite visible, stands out at the top of the valley between her legs. I put my fingers back in and watch as they spread the lips and dive down towards where I know her hole to be. The plan has worked. Access is granted, and to my surprise, my middle finger easily slides in to the second knuckle. The ring of muscle at her entrance is like the tightest rubber band in the world, but beyond that her vagina is relaxed, hot, wet, impossibly silken to the touch.

I continue for a while to stroke her clitoris with my thumb, and pump my middle finger slightly. Suddenly, with a gasp, Katie reaches orgasm. Had I not known young girls were capable of such things, I would have been stunned. Even with my knowledge, I am still somewhat surprised by how hard she comes, hips bucking furiously, impaling herself on my finger until there is no more to go in. Her back arches and her hands grab the nearest thing they can - in one case the sheets, in the other the hairs on my forearm. I feel her vagina trying to expel my finger, and as I withdraw it like a sword from the tightest-fitting scabbard, Katie collapses, spent.

Katie's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me. She was slightly unfocussed, I noticed, and had to blink a couple of times before she could see me properly. Ah, the power of youthful orgasms. She gave me a big, warm smile, and then looked down to where my hand still rested right at the top of her inner thigh. The sight caused her to giggle for some reason, and she grabbed my arm in a hug, squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand and mashing my thumb against her sex. That made her eyelids droop, and she shivered and let out a low moan, which almost morphed into a growl. She pushed my hand away and opened her eyes fully once more, giving me another beaming smile.

She wanted a hug and wormed her way closer to me, wiggling forward bit by bit until the head of my penis, still trapped in my shorts, pushed against her lower tummy. She stopped with a look of confusion on her face, and moved back slightly so she could glance down between us. When she saw the tent in my shorts her eyes snapped up to mine, full of shock, which became delight.

"Is that your willy?"

There hardly seemed any point in denying it, so I just nodded. She looked back down.

"Can I see it? I've never seen a grown-up's one before."

"Sure," I replied, and rolled onto my back, pushing my shorts down and letting it loose at last. Katie got onto her knees at my waist, leaning forward to peer at my erection.

"Does it hurt?"

I shook my head.

"Can I touch it?"

"Of course. I touched your fanny."

Katie smiled and reached a hand out. She picked it up in her fingertips, in the way one might handle a stick of dynamite. It flexed involuntarily, and Katie dropped it with a gasp.

"Is it ok?"

"Yeah, it's fine. It jumped because your fingers felt really good."

The smile returned to her lips and she went back to studying me, a bit more confident this time. She grabbed my dick properly, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and lifting it up. I struggled as hard as I could not to come at the feel of her touch, but her hot little hand was so delightfully soft I really was up against it.

"Mummy said boys' willies get hard when they want to do sex. Do you want to do sex with me?"

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

"If you want to," I replied.

Katie sat back on her bottom and spread her legs wide, pulling apart the lips of her vulva and peering down at her reddened, glistening sex.

"I don't think it'll fit in. That's what happens when you do sex, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Yep, it goes in there. Your vagina is really stretchy, though. It gets lots wider so my willy will fit in. If it doesn't go in, there are other things we can do."

Katie looked up at me questioningly.

"Like what?"

"Well, you can use your hand on my willy like I did on your fanny. Then we can use our tongues on each other's bits."

Katie scrunched her nose up at the idea of oral sex.

"Hey," I continued, "don't knock it until you've tried it. It feels great."

She still didn't look convinced, though.

"Do you want me to use my hand on you?"

"Yeah, that would be really nice sweetheart."

"What do I have to do?"

I grabbed my dick and gave it a few strokes, pulling and pushing the foreskin back and forth over the head.

"When I get the good feeling, some stuff is going to come out of

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